Recently the 17 year old granddaughter brought a few of her cheerleader buddies, all girls, to the ranch. One of the things they wanted to do was shoot. Two of them had never fired any sort of pistol or rifle. Except for the grandkid, these were girly girl city girls. I started them off on the 22 pistol, then on to the 38, then the 9mm Beretta, then my Colt Python. One of the girls was a natural shooter and was bouncing cans like a pro. One of them couldn't hit the ground, and the other was just kinda a decent shot. All in all, they had fun. Nobody broke a fingernail and nobody got a 'Beretta bite'. And, as usual, the biggest attraction was shooting the Python with hot loads. Everybody always loves the Python.
The thank you notes showed up today. They were so happy that they had gotten to shoot pistols and they now want their dads to take them shooting.
All went well, though I wish they'd gotten some of the mud off my old Yamaha Big Bear. What a mess.